I knew she would be here. Here in the most prestigious school in all of America. I just didn't know she would ignore me. I looked up from my book when I hear my roommate's voice. He had brought someone with him, using his crazy psychology tricks to be friends with them- or sleep with them if it was the opposite sex. When I looked up I saw a flash of brown hair and a slim figure. Susie. I put it together. There she is.

"Susie? You mean next door Susie?" Hobbes said, immediately wishing for his tie. I glanced at him, smirking.

"Maybe. I need to see her face." I said, twisting to get a look. But she had already turned out of the café. Why did she leave so quick? Did she not want to see me? I rolled my eyes and picked up my book again. Roger came to my table a few minutes later.

"Hey Calvin. Did you see her?" her gave a low whistle and I looked at him quizzically.

"I never did like you Roger." Hobbes said, looking at him. I ignored him so I didn't look crazy. But I did give a little bit of laughter.

"Come on Cal! You normally hop right on board for the new Yalies!"

"She wasn't that pretty." I said, a little bit of resentment behind the words. Hobbes looked at me as I remembered all those years of angry teasing. Of course it didn't go by Roger too fast. That what sucks about having a psychology major for a friend. Well maybe not always.

"You know her don't you?"

I gritted my teeth, actually suppressing a smile. "I might."

"High school sweetheart?" he said, looking at me.

"We hated each other in middle school. Teased each other, you know… that kind of stuff."

"In other words, he was in love with her." Hobbes said as loudly as he could. I gave a glare to my friend.

"One of those little relationships, huh? Well you should go talk to her." He said, smiling. "But I got dibs. Remember that." He slapped me on the back. I rolled my eyes again.

"Mankind is so vulgar." Hobbes said, fiddling with something from my backpack.

"You're telling me." I said quietly. We sat there for the afternoon and I finished the book. Even as I tried to read, I kept on thinking of Susie, wondering why she left so fast.

We got up and went to the green, and spread out for the afternoon nap. I nestled my head into Hobbes and he purred. We sat there a while as I faded from consciousness.

"Do you think she remembered me? We moved about five years ago."

Hobbes yawned. "Well she certainly remembers me, and most likely you. Your parting gift for her, though, probably had left her sour."

I laughed in his fur. "Oh I think she appreciated that."

"You painted her locker neon green! And then taped that endearing letter she gave to you on the message board." He said.

I laughed harder. "It was all practical jokes."

"She probably doesn't agree with that."

"Well then that is her fault." I said, loud enough for some people to look over.

"Still self-centered, aren't you Calvin?" I heard, I turned my head out of Hobbes's fur at the voice. I knew who it was, the high pitched, snide voice from adolescent days.

"So, self serving Susie decides to talk to me." I said, propping myself up. She gives a glare at me, placing her hands on her hips.

"Actually, I just wanted to say hello to Hobbes. He never did anything to me." She leaned forward, giving a kiss on his cheek.

Hobbes smiled, grinning. "See? She likes me." He said proudly.

I looked at him. "Don't flatter yourself." I said quietly.

She knew me so well, and so she sat down next to Hobbes. She patted his head affectionately. "You still talking to your stuffed animal?" she smiled.

I colored a red a little. I've been so used to being made fun of when it comes to my stuffed animal, I should be used to it. But I was keen on Susie's opinion. "Of course I do."

She looked out on the courtyard for a bit, and Hobbes shot me looks as I watched her. She looked different now, her hair was longer, darker. Her face was thinner.

"Why are you at Yale?" she said finally, turning to face me. I averted my eyes.

"Because I got good grades." I said. Hobbes scoffed and I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Calvin? Good grades?" They said in unison.

"Very, very funny." I said, looking up at the sky.

"I mean seriously, Calvin. Did your parents buy your acceptance letter?" She laughed and I glared.

"Seriously! I actually did good in school. 4.2 GPA." I said proudly.

She looked surprised, twisting to see my face. "When did that happen?"

"When he got dumped." Hobbes said and I looked at him angrily.

"I wanted to be better than Susie Derkins." I smiled and she punched me lightly on the shoulder.

We were quiet for a bit and she wet her lips. "4.0"

"What?"

"My GPA. 4.0." I sat up further, laughing.

"I did! I beat Susie!"

"But I was class president! And I took four AP classes."

I grinned. "I took five."

She huffed. "Well!" I got up and held my hand out to help her up. She didn't take it. "What are you majoring in?" She said, pushing herself up.

"American Literature."

She furrowed her brow. She turned to leave but I followed her. Hobbes scoffed again. "I'm going to be a Pediatric physician." She grinned and I laughed. Another silence as I followed her through the sunny trees. "Actually, I did come here with an ulterior motive."

I was chewing on a pen by now, and I looked over at her. "Of course you did."

"I'm just saying that I don't want my eight years at Yale to be ruined by a person who refuses to let go of their adolescent years."

I gave a low whistle. "You know, we are still kids, in a sense." She sounds so stuck up. I thought, glanced at her. She was tinted red.

"I meant that I don't want jokes played on me. We are mature adults."

I laughed. "I beg to differ."

She got annoyed then, huffing and walking toward the closest dorm. I raised my voice so she could hear. "Who's your roommate?"

She looked over her shoulder, squinting in the sunlight. "What? I think her name is Sybil." She said. I smiled. Good. I knew her.

Once she got out of sight I started my plan. It was time to ruffle Susie Derkin's pristine feathers.